Ukraine is bunny central!

Our Man from Kiev reports cuteness in the shops.... 

we love our bunny foo foo coorespondants...

Goodbye Andy Town

Our dear dear friend from the descendant of Andy's Lounge in Andy Town.

http://www.ghosttowns.com/states/fl/andytown.html

darling lovely sparkles under the rainbow full of fairy dust Ms. Sophia Tsanos's family legacy bar and amazing story.... 63 years before Andy Poulos a greek immigrant, a pioneer and a gentleman...drove through Florida and bought this land and named in Andytown... its open reeeeeally late.

LA & Miami Correspondents

Chillin' with Potato(LA), Sparkle(LA), and Sunshine(MIA) at the Palazzo glowing people everywhere at Lavo... good times....Viva Las Vegas!

Vegas

Make it Glow!

et allor

Oof…. What a trip its been.  Europe was a la folie….  Had so much fun, I couldn’t keep up.  Was such a blast. 

Theres nothing like a stroll in the shops of Palais Royal…. We found the chicest glove shop a lady could every hope for, Maison Fabre 1924 establishment adorned by a super fashion boy, Seb…. Who made it know he was straight tho, Frenchies are so ambiguous.

Cabs are impossible…. at the close of Le Baron we strolled by the Seine, beautiful.…. so we hitched a ride with a cute Jockey from Venezuela…. Got lost in the narrow street of Paris but finally made it to our apartment.  Oooofff……  Mon dieu!

the french connection

first off big ups for new french correspondent, money ching ching $$, and swiss correspondent, bright, who was a shinning crystal in the night...

we've been really good about being really bad kitties. so its taken us a while to just get back to catch you up on our little adventures.... yummy drinks, service with a wink, in a dark super cute 2 story bar, great vibe... but whats up with the last minute pt-ing? Then off to Le Baron.... ummmm, need I say more... hope skip, and a jump over to the Notre Dame sunrise to us howling at the gargoyles... ahh cherie Paris, je t'aime....

bisous
HKB

Paris oui oui

We love Le Baron and Le Baron loves us!

Coffee colored playmate....

Off to Paris…. Fashion, Glamour, Beauty!

Farewell London  and to our 3 uncles …Thank you sweeties… we will miss you!

So lets backtrack a little bit….

Our darling London correspondent Fluffy who apparently is one of the top 50 people to know in the British Art world by Tatler Magazin took us on a wild ride through the streets of West London in his shiny black mini. Brilliant!!

Portobello Road  vintage and silver gallour… …. We picked up a feathery mint green marabou at one of the lovely vintage shops, and also scored a sweet pink flamingo  silk top and a gorgeous black cashmere sweater adorned with pink bows and pearls buttons by Milly.. Meow!! After cruising the streets lined with outdoor vendors we stopped by Electric for some lobster and chips and of course some rose. Great scene and service… Ended our evening with a visit to a proper English Pub north of Campton. Great Irish band belting out lively music and a many blokes/birds ranging greatly in the age department….

Morning came…. Disastrous fashion explosion went back in the various cases, piled the black cab high with our glamour girl must haves and made it just in time for the Eurostar ride into Paris…. Lovely service filled with sights

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Hello Paris, c’est nous….. Honey Kitty Bunny…

GLAMOUR

Somerset House was filled with the best the closet could ever want.... Sex in the City, honey bunny kitty, Jean-Paul Gaultier collabo with La Perla... oh la la... 20 years in the making.  Happy happy joy joy.  Fashionista prancing the side walk as if it were the cat walk... hello kitty, so many men toting Birkins... how far the merse has come! jolie.... tights, sequence, glam safari with hair wrapped up in bunny bun buns...burlesque, androgynous, leopard gallor... lady gaga need I say more?

wouldn't dare hop off with out our bunny bags.....

Tubular Cakes

what a better way to start the day then with cupcakes! We stumbled upon  Candy Cakes in the Bakerstreet Station ... a bunny can use a little honey for the trip to London Fashion Week. 

Rickshaw music, best ever in London

We are so shocked to hear the same damn songs in every damn nightclub... what's the point of paying a dj??? We could play our bunny ipod? After getting groped, licked, pocked, drooled on, and verbally harassed by all sorts of so called born and bred, proper English blokes... we hit the streets with a need for a breathe of fresh air.  Once outside, we began reminiscing about last rickshaw experience in Central Park...Low and behold we see our Turkish savior Mahoney (# upon request) roll up, bumping Lil John with a devilish grin, eyes of an angel, and we knew at once we were in safe hands... finally......we almost jumped ship, as we were mesmerized by pink heart leopard print and another cutie rickshaw driver (why are all the good ones gay or rickshaw drivers????)   but alas stayed loyal to his cute buns revealing diesel briefs... We became the party on wheels... untouchable, unstoppable... as we plowed through the streets...  pt on wheels... checking out the scenes and the to be seens.

note: no strip clubs with out male companions in London, and we were ready to make it rain!

Welcome to London Fashion Week

Went to visit On/Off show at the Victoria House. Adorable milliner, Louis Mariette  in mohawk with Michael whatshisname from Vanity Fair so kindly offered us a floor seat to the Ashley Isham show. Whimsical show boasted vibrant colors with elaborate details that adorned the form with feathers and sequence that sculpted the dresses, elaborate head pieces with gorgeous brightly colored floral arrangements.

FEATHERS FLOWERS AND FANTASY.

3 ears up

p.s. happy birthday Louis
xoxo
hbk